"Did you really think I'd
Leave you?"
- Gorillaz, "Meanwhile"
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A world of flowers
I get to hold between my
Fingers and my palms.
When the room gets cold,
My hands numb in speckles of
White noise, purple notes.
But not when I get
To be so close to you, you
Love my soul to strips.
Watch how you ignite!
Like a hearth Hestia paints,
When ghosts crawl through my eyes
To let your eyes know
That as leaves fall, change, and die,
I will still hold on
To you like a haunting.
Don't you ever lose yourself.
Find yourself in this.
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
